In General

In General Lyrics

I wanna have my cake and eat it too
And have your cake and eat it too
Far be it from me to say what you need to do
But maybe we should call this a peer review
It isn’t that you couldn’t say this but you didn’t
But if we’ve ever met there’s probably some of you in it
And I don’t really believe in using throwaway lines
But I’m willing to make an exception this time
Already over the cliff when you throw it in reverse
You reap what you sow unless the locusts get it first
I can heel like a dog hard-trained on a choke chain
I don’t strain so as not to evoke pain
Nobody plays fair so you hit the alarm
If you really wanna play fair, you can be the pig barn
Thanks to my grandpa Drent for that line
First it was his, then my dad’s, now it’s mine
I can judge a book by the font on the cover
But I can barely tell one blonde from another
Whether falcon, ostrich, starling or partridge
Birds of a feather flock to the same garbage
And yes, everybody’s got a hungry heart
One little crush and the gluttony starts
When the blood’s spilt don’t get caught admitting guilt
Learn to fiddle now while Rome’s still getting built
This is what it sounds like when doves laugh
I’ll be gone in revision, I live in the rough draft
If you find the thing you love to do and get paid to do it
Then the thing you love just became your job and you ruined it
Conceived in ecstasy, born after it finishes
Wander through the backgrounds of pornographic images
Illiterates are living by the letter of the law
And the fox guarding the hens has a feather in his jaw
I crush Competition like participation ribbons
I never count my chickens till they’re headless in my kitchen
Give me a pen, I’ll sign your cast with a pseudonym
The dumb mutt became a sly dog when we neutered him
I hope you don’t think that I am condemning it
But a rose by any other name is still effeminate
I am needy and until I have another means
I might try raging on behalf of the machine
Get off your high horse and fall to your doom
I don’t wanna know what you call your costume
’Cause it doesn’t matter how many times we go through this
In the end, you are just another clothed nudist
Which came first: the chicken heart or the egg on the face?
I’m just a peg begging for a healthy leg to replace
I’m a square peg dreaming about a round hole
When they made me they disavowed the mold
We’ve got names for the planets, they’ve got none for us
And they’d never hesitate to throw us under the bus
Deformed in ways we don’t dare expose
Somebody tell the wolf sheep don’t wear clothes
Never a bridesmaid, never a bride
Too pompous to flaunt, too clever to hide
Corrupt enough to leave a whistle-blower breathless
Turn over a new leaf and watch it wither over breakfast
The world is my ashtray, but I don’t smoke
So it can hold my toll change till I’m totally broke
You undercut my motivation and ask me to act
The world is my oyster, that’s a giant aphrodisiac
And this is what happens when you try to appeal
To the people less amused by the show than the blooper reel
Not everything is gonna be all right
But I think there’s a good chance some things might
Give a man a fish, you improve his condition
Teach a man to fish, now you’ve got competition
All we really care about is scratchin’ where we’re itchin’
Fall back on talent if your passion is deficient
Now, I’m guessing I could be content on Cloud Eight
If the upstairs neighbors don’t get loud late
My honor student beat your dropout senseless
Stupidity is not one of the better defenses
I’m spread thin, but I could spread thinner
Old by lunchtime, dead by dinner
Wear that badge like a scar of honor
My indifference charms your daughter
The forbidden apple never falls far from the tree
Only say what I mean while I talk in my sleep
Shot through the heart, got nobody to blame
I guess I give victimhood a bad name
A rubber neck, a sweet tooth, lead feet
You call shotgun, I call ejection seat
Blood is thicker than water and pop is thicker than both of ’em
I respond to the heckles like, “Thank you for noticing.”
One sour note and the doubts appear
Like, c’mon guys, are we men or Mouseketeers?
Do you wanna talk motor, wingspan, upside?
Do you wanna conquer or subdivide?
Spitting out my words whenever they lose flavor
I know why the caged bird needs the newspaper
I’m crying over milk spilled all over my masterpiece
Somehow surprised every time the past repeats
I drift past like a blank, unbound page
You and me are gonna go and paint the town beige
The only rap song with the guts to mention
That sometimes snitching is the braver decision
Adversity strikes and I grin and bury it
Entrench on the fringe like a true contrarian
The man at the urinal next to mine’s crying
But he’s out of his mind if he thinks I’ll be inquiring
After the boys of summer are gone
The boys of autumn come out of hiding and fall on your lawn
You’re poking a dead carcass with a stick
If it moves, you’re afraid, if it doesn’t, you get sick
The only thing worse than your bark is your bite
First sign of a fight, you bleach your flags white
Whole patterns come apart with one pull of the thread
I need trepanation like a hole in the head
Better safe than sorry, better sorry than remorseless
I’m forcing drinking water down the throats of horses
The answer you need is always your last guess
You won’t call me a dummy when I ace the crash test
I will bore a hole through my cheek with my tongue
You can watch me grind my teeth when I’m done
I’ll gouge out my eyes when I’ve finally seen enough
Even creampuffs seem tough while they demean stuff
I know my limits like the back of my hand
I know my limits on a first-name basis
I signal for help with a flash in the pan
The best get to rest while the worst stay famous
Aim Less, shoot from the hip, go with your gut feeling
Unless it’s intestinal bleeding
You might find you prefer not being believed in
To trying to fulfill a destiny beyond reason
No place like home but I’m spinning my wheels
I’d rather burn out than be seen clicking my heels
Arm to the leg, leg, arm to the head
In general, all’s well that ends well said

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